Enslaved to the Mafia Alpha

DIMITRI

“Ahhhhh, yes boss yes…” Tamara screamed at the top of her lungs as Dimitri pushed harder in her. She was on all fours and sweat was glistening all over her body with an effort to delay her orgasms. She knew how Dimitri preferred it. She knew Dimitri wanted to cum together. “Faster, alpha…” she crooned as Dimitri gripped her hips tightly and dug his nails in her flesh.

She turned her head and grinned seductively, sending another jolt of frenzy in him.

“I am coming, boss,” Tamara shrieked. “Now… now…” and Dimitri felt her knees buckle and her entire body quiver with pleasure as he too found his release inside her.

Dimitri exhaled and was about to collapse on top of her when a knock of the door forced him to sit up straight. Just by the knocks, Dimitri knew it was Taron. His beta…

“You were waiting right outside, won’t you?” Dimitri growled as he wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door to see Taron’s flushed face.

“She is always too loud,” Taron rolled his eyes. Taron could see Tamara’s naked body lying on the bed, her one leg bent exposing every curve of her body to her onlooker. While Taron averted his eyes, Tamara grinned as she locked gaze with Taron for a second and stood up straight, now displaying her full naked body to him.

“Anyway,” Taron shook his head as she bent over rather seductively to pick up her dress. “We are late. We have a flight to India, remember?”

“Oh, yes, and why are we going there?” Dimitri rolled his eyes at him.

“Because of two things,” Taron spoke freely as finally Tamara had disappeared behind the bathroom door. “Firstly, you need to renew the pact with clan ruling India,” he sighed. “And secondly, we really need to return their girls. I mean, you went there on a holiday six months ago and brought girls from there. I don’t think they take it very kindly that you are not returning them!”

“Fine…” Dimitri groaned. The thought of dealing with the Indian clan, or any other clan for that matter was pissing him off. He did not bother other clans, and he expected the same from them! “I will go and shower,” and he started to turn.

“No… nope… nope…” Taron shook his head. He knew what would happen. Dimitri would enter the bathroom with Tamara and they would go another round of whatever sex they always have. “You will shower on the plane! Why do we even have good bathrooms there?”

Dimitri chortled and looked at his beta. “Fine, but I should at least get dressed, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Please do in your own bedroom, where she,” and as Taron pointed at the bathroom door, it opened. Tamara was standing there, still naked. “Why did she even make a spectacle to bend down and pick up her clothes like that?” he hissed.

Dimitri turned and looked at Tamara, who was leaning against the door and gesturing Dimitri to come back to her.

“Your bedroom boss, please,” Taron insisted as he literally pulled Dimitri out of the room by his hand and closed the door on Tamara’s face. “One day,” Taron sighed, “believe me, one day you will pay for all this!”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Dimitri laughed, “One day I will miraculously find my mate – one I have not found in almost a decade, and she will be furious that I have slept around. Save your sermon, Taron.”

“Suit yourself, I am here to just warn you.”

***

KIRA

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Kira pressed hard on her bedroom door as her uncle’s best friend tried to gain entry, AGAIN! Every time this wretched man came over to their house, Kira, without even a second thought, always barricaded herself in her room and sat against it. Because after a few drinks, he always tried to gain entry in her room. And yes, her aunt and uncle did not stop him from trying!

“You are turning sixteen tomorrow,” the man shouted from the other side of the door. “I just want to wish you.”

Kira gritted her teeth and pressed the door even harder. He did not sound that drunk tonight, so if he was sober enough, he may just get his way tonight, she thought fearfully.

While Kira sat against the door, pushing it hard, a message popped on her phone. Her account was just credited with one million pounds. Fucking one million! Who on earth would send her this kind of money? It must be a mistake, Kira thought as her heart thumped loudly. Should she tell someone? if she told her aunt and uncle, they would kill her and take away all the money. She should intimate the bank, yes. She would spend her lonely birthday in the bank tomorrow… Kira thought dryly.

But a minute later an email popped up on the phone screen.

It was from some law firm. And it read, she had a trust fund against her name, money from which was being paid to her aunt and uncle all her life for her upbringing and now on her sixteenth birthday, as per the fund’s rules and her mother’s wishes, Kira is the legal owner of the money.

Kira sat back up with a jolt and felt door thud on her back. Evidently it was her strength against the door that was keeping it locked. Even she did not know that she was strong enough. Kira pressed her back against the door again with an almighty force and stared at her phone again.

One million pounds..! Fuck yeah! Happy sixteenth, Kira, she grinned to herself as she felt another bang on the door as her assailant made one more attempt to gain entry.

***

DIMITRI

Six girls were in the chamber of the charter plane where Dimitri lay on a massive bed, and all of them were naked. Dimitri liked these girls a lot, he had a lot of fun with them in the past months and he could not help himself but have one last round with them.

He groaned as he lifted his head and saw one of them turning and wrapping her lips around his c*ck. He pulled at her hair and made her jerk her face. In an instant, his already multiple times satiated d*ck woke up and the girl moaned in pleasure. Another girl sat on his stomach and started kissing his neck and chest. While the third pressed her bre*sts in his face, making him s*ck her hardened t*ts.

“We are about to land girls,” Dimitri spoke as he s*cked hard. “Do one last time,” and he pointed at the remaining three girls. They snickered and one of them lay on the bed next to him, second one leaned in between her legs and presed her face there, while the girl lying pressed her face in between the legs of the girl whose bre*sts were in Dimitri’s face.

“Perfect orgy,” Dimitri groaned as he saw the girls slips their fingers inside each other, making him harder at the sight.

As the girl, who had her lips around his hard d*ck, twitched with another’s girl fingers in her own p*ssy, Dimitri jerked his head in ecstasy. This was heaven… he thought.

But then something changed! It was like a hook in his navel had been pulled and he felt a compulsion. Something he had not felt ever in his life.

“Stop,” Dimitri groaned, he was about to cum, but he was feeling uneasy now..

All the girls stop instantly.

Dimitri walked to the plane window and pulled up the shade. They were landing, and they were flying incredibly low on top of some beaches. And Dimitri felt it again. He needed to be somewhere. It was as if the hook behind his navel was guiding him to be somewhere.

“Out everyone,” Dimitri snapped.

All the girls jumped from the bed and shuffled around to grab their clothes.

“But my lord,” the girl who had her lips around his d*ck moments ago crooned as she grabbed his hips, “one last fuck.”

Dimitri turned and glared at the girl. She was incredibly beautiful, no doubt. But deep down, damn that annoying feeling in him, was forcing him to not give into the temptation.

“Later,” Dimitri spoke stiffly and stepped into the bathroom. Fuming internally wondering who would dare to ruin such a perfect moment!